Love does nothing but make you weak! It turns you into an object of pity and derision-a mewling pathetic creature no more fit to live than a worm squirming on the pavement after a hard summer rain.

He buried his hands in the rich velvet of her hair. “I thought I’d die for wanting you.

Then you're a bigger fool than I thought. Since when has any man ever been worthy of the woman he loved? It's only by God's grace that they love us in spite of ourselves.

A true friend never asks you to feed their imaginary fish. Or fertilize their imaginary crops.

We're all haunted in one way or another, are we not? If not by spirits, then by our own demons and regrets.

A lady has every right to defend herself against unsought advances. And creatures of the night.

there are elements of truth in all great fiction